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Crowned with purified illusion |
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Right behind the throne you stand |
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Get me rid of your religion |
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The religion of the damned |
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Stripped of all the gifts corrupt |
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They cease to live and cease to die |
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It is rude to interrupt |
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While you are preaching genocide |
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You're keeping the hands on the pulse |
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Of the mentally deranged |
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They are helpless, speechless |
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And too blind to be afraid of the world |
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Of your world that spins no more |
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Of the hatred that you brought |
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Right into the hearts of youth |
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The ministry of truth |
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Keeping the hands on the pulse |
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Of the mentally deranged |
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But it's their right |
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To nourish the mutual hate |
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Hate for the world |
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For your world that spins no more |
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Due to madness that you brought |
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Right into the minds of youth |
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The ministry of truth |
